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The Lost Part Within


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'What is the story of your love?' Abhinav has asked

me one day, while both walking on the lawn in the

backside of the college.

'Brother, we are the students of Mechanical

Engineering', I replied calmly.

Giving strange look to each other both laughed.

Possibly you might be familiar with the pain of

Mechanical Engineers in this sensitive case of love.

'I don't have, but had one in the school', with a

sigh, I replied. I walked putting both hands in the

pockets of the pant.

A whiff of someone's thought passed by

touching the mind!


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Contents

P Title Page

1. The story begins 1

2. Memories with friends 10

3. Attraction plus smiling session 13

4. A walk in the rain 19

5. Falling for her 27

6. That message from unknown number 38

7. The unknowingly confessed feelings 48

8. Close to her 53

9. The blissful picnic 68

10. Being in love 81

11. The days without her 96

12. Everything is a mess 109

13. The last embrace 126

14. A thing to confess 136

15. While sitting alone 145

- A Note for Someone 155


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Prologue

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First love is very pure and unforgettable thing! I

don't know how true this statement is.

But I can tell you, the first love is much pretty

thing. The thing that can change you completely!

If your first love is with you today, there is no

lucky person like you, but not the every person is

that much lucky and neither does every first love

lasts forever.

Especially if it is of the school time!

My situation is so strange currently that I don’t

know myself what is going on with me. Of course

everything is fine and nothing will happen wrong,

unless and until I do 'ungli' with the life. So I don't

get stressed, and let the things happen. But amazing

things like,

I go to the college with,


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'Let's know, kya ho raha hai.'

And back with,

'BC yeh ho kya raha hai?'

This happens every day and keeps me alive!

Engineering is my dream and yet I've not able to

know what Engineering is all about!

I'm not the only person with whom life

happened. But it's really difficult to force the smile

when you are broken, and even don't want to smile.

Some unknown force makes me do this, and

surprisingly I do, I smile. But reality is narrowed

only within the heart and inner me!

One day I was on the lake, watching the waves

of water sitting alone in the evening, as I used to

generally. Sound of the song from 'Jannat 2' fell on

the ears. It was the FM radio, the blurry light sound,

"Tujhe sochta hun main shaamo subah

Iss se jyada tujhe aur chaahoon tto kya..."

The lyrics were able to straighten the heart. The

very first time in my entire life I felt alone, the

feeling of loneliness... And after that, it became the

one inseparable part of the life. I never thought that

feelings could be that much heavier, the way I

considered them, they were not!

I remembered someone; I remembered her. I

remembered the lovely precious moments I had

spent with my Love; I missed her, wanted her

beside me in that moment.


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It reminded me the day when I was beside the

lake and she was with me, the time when I proposed

her and she agreed to be with me!

What I was feeling currently was just.., just not

finding the correct word for the feel...

Suddenly raindrops started softly, the slanting

sun rays started vanishing, thirst of the soil seemed

to be fulfilled, vapors started coming out through it.

I ran a bit and went to the nearby tea stall, for the

shade obviously!

The slight darkness had spread around because

of the dense and serried black clouds. Plus it was

the calm evening which turned like this and the

atmosphere became breezy. The aloft trees on the

both sides were leaning because of the storm of

wind. The time was compelling me to remember

her. That day I was trapped in between the feelings,

what I felt just trapped and it made me numb.

'Bhaiyya ek chai dena', I exclaimed.

'Yeh le chhote chai!' That bhaiyya gave me a

cup of tea. Tea was in my hand within a minute.

Again while having the tea her thoughts were

in the mind. Something started haunting me; her

love, her memories.

The suppressed feelings peeped out with the

time. That feeling when I saw her first time. That

feeling, when the girl had stolen my heart with each

cute smile. And then one day when she went away,


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I was looking at her helplessly until she vanished

from my eyesight completely.

And today I'm all alone!

Convincing myself from the long time I forgot

her, the damn difficult thing. All this was happening

because of the rain came a minute or two before and

now had gone, just vanished.

Perhaps this was the way of rain to remind her

to me, to bedabble me, not by the rain but by her

memories, and just to get vanished.

Waise toh teri yaad har pal sath hoti hai,

Par baarish ho, toh jyada satati hai...

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The story begins

First day, 9th class

The day seemed to be nice; the sky was surrounded

by the clouds, and cool breeze blew around. The

rainy days were started. The clouds were playing

hide and seek with the sun, somewhere shadow,

while somewhere light. The leaves of the trees were

making the noise and day's sight was beautiful.

After the holidays were over, I did not want to

come to the school, and was screaming within, that

more holidays should have come. I knew that many

students will not come, but even then me and my

friends were present on the very first day of the

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school. Even if I didn't want, for some reason I had

to.

I, Akhil and Karan were good friends and we

share the same bond from then to now. I don't

remember clearly, how eighth grade completed, but

I do remember how I had very good and cool

friends.

Karan was a good looking and tallest among all

the three. Helping and kind nature was gift from

god to him. He was talented and also sort of sharp

minded, he tried to be cool all the time.

I was close to Akhil than Karan. Students used

to say that we both are brothers and not the friends.

Akhil was the one with whom I could share

anything and everything. Other than this, one more,

fourth person was with us, Mahesh.

Standing in one corner of the large playground

- which had five-six aloft trees in the middle of it -

each from a distance of about ten feet - and two-

three benches beneath it - few of wooden and few of

iron - looking to the south I stood there putting

hands in the pockets of pant - my normal and

standard position of standing - the way I just feel

comfortable - we were randomly chatting on the

random topics - as there was delay for the daily

prayer.

'There is no any new maina in the school, it’s

boring...', said Mahesh. Maina; the term used by

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another topic to talk he was talking about the girls,

in his language, maina.

'Listen idiot, you can't see anything other than

these things. Your mind is spoiled, you have gone

nuts', Karan replied to Mahesh.

'Don't waste your time brother', Akhil

suggested him.

'Amey, I feel something is wrong with both of

these. Whenever I talk about the girls both act

weird, are you getting what I want to say..', he

teased, looking at Karan.

'Haramkhore... Put your mouth shut or I'll hit

you hard', Karan gave him a look saying this.

'You know girls are like, just girls, girls...',

Mahesh started providing his FALTU knowledge.

I supposed to laugh but it would have proven

harmful to my health, Karan would have done that,

so I didn't. But Akhil smiled slightly throughout the

conversation. Mahesh was completely crazy, we

couldn't say anything at what time he would speak

anything to anyone.

Akhil used to say that we have life and

'dangerous things like love' should not happen with

us right now.

And Karan believed that 'Naari badi

attyachari!' So we should stay away from them.

More than all these things I was focused on the

studies, but still I had no stand on things like love

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After few minutes three girls walked inside,

through the main gate. The path passed through the

same aloft trees to the classrooms.

'Ahaa... three maina...', Mahesh commented

and all started laughing. Karan and Akhil ignored

then and continued the chat.

But I was frozen for a while!

Forget the rest of two other girls, I just saw that

girl, only her, I didn't paid any attention to rest

others. The rest had already become blurred by her

side.

'Gorgeous!' I murmured. I didn't want to say

that, but did. Only Akhil listened that, I was

fortunate!

I wanted to look away, but didn't. I just could

not! Lost somewhere!

Her blinking eyelids made me crazy. I didn't

saw the shades in her eyes, but whatever, they

looked hazel. For a second I felt blank and at the

next moment I was actually blank! She just looked

simply sweet. Perfect. Because of the wind, her

hairs were coming on the face, escaped from the

loosely tied hairgrip, and open to her back, mostly

flowed covering her left temple. She adjusted them

with her delicate hands slowly, caressingly. The

words of Michael, I remembered them, she was as

same as the floating feather in the careless breeze!

I will not talk about her lips!


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I disgust it to discuss about lips. Of course

when it comes to 'kiss' you can't disgust it, but... Let

it be.

As dew glistened,

Her trembled lips

Her innocent smile,

My heart skipped a beat

Something was like love at first sight! I

thought so, it must be.

That feeling, of the cool breeze, or playing

guitar music in the background, the slow motion

walk, and heart skipped a beat, blah, blah... I

considered these things FALTU. These things are

just fiction, I considered, till the time my eyes fell

on her! It happens actually!

It didn't happen exactly but I felt something

similar to that. Like feathers floating in the air, my

mind which was full of stuffs and so many things

turned calm suddenly. Everything seemed peaceful

by her dimple on the right chick.

Probably she was not that much beautiful, not

that much beautiful anyone could fell for her by

only one glance at her. But I found her that way,

and she was nice. When someone spends time with

her, that person would surely fall for her. I felt

something for her by only one glance, not sure what

was that.


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